So I have been flirting with my manager at Abercrombie & Fitch for some time now. Pretty much since I began working there as a Model 3 months ago. She even accused me of flirting with all of the women at the job (she's watching me). So a few days ago (Monday) I decided to mess with her head and flirt a little harder than usual, I figured if I could play with her head she would then be more interested.
She had recently gotten her hair done and it was immaculate! But I didn't want to give her a compliment so I just negged her.
Me: Is that a new weave?
Her: I'm not black. I don't need to buy my hair.
Me: Oh, you're so racist. (I left her there laughing at my joking reaction)
***Mind you, I'm an African American male, she is some type of Indian American, so this was somewhat funny to me.***
Later on she bought some sweatpants that are meant to show off a petite ass which she definitely has.
Her: How do I look in these pants?
Me: (silence)
Her: Well?
Me: I've been thinking of something mean to say, but i can't think of anything. Plus it would be inappropriate for me to give you a compliment. Your my manager.
Her: (in a joking manner) Oh shut up. (Hits me on the shoulder: KINO)
Later on she then compliments me, out of the blue.
Her: I think you look the best in our casual clothes.
Me: (smile)
Her: I'm serious.
Me: Thanks. (I pause). So is it my turn to give you a compliment?
Her: (Laughing) No. I was just saying.
Me: Oh. Well I know that most guys just drool all over you, but I've noticed flaws. (another neg).
Her: Oh really?
Me: Yea. I mean, when you look at something for a long time, you start to notice certain things. Like that your right eye is slightly bigger than your left.
Her: What? How did you notice that?
Me: I don’t know, I told you that I began to notice flaws when I look at something for a long time. Oh and when you smile the right side rises higher than your left.
(Both of these comments are truisms, but apparently they were both true.)
Her: Now that’s kinda creepy. But its crazy that you noticed the two things that I notice about myself, which I also try to hide.
Me: But you do fill those pants out very well.
Her: (laughing) Oh, so you say two mean things and then one good, is that how it works?
Me: (laughing) No. It’s all just the truth. Sometimes its good and other times it’s not so good.
A day later I called up to the store to ask a question about work; she gave the phone the other manager then that manager hung up. I texted her saying that I wasn’t calling just for work. She called me back less than 30 seconds later. (IOI)
Her: Sorry! Hey.
Me: Oh, I just wanted to know what kind of make up you wear. (I really didn’t know what to say, so I just said the first thing that came to my mind).
Her: What!? Why?
Me: Because you can tell a lot about a woman by the make up she wears. Plus if I ever want to buy you a gift, I’ll know what kind of make up to get you.
Her: Loreal
Me: What number?
Her: 810 (I believe this is what she said, I wasn’t really paying attention).
Me: Ok that’s interesting.
Her: Tell me why you want to know.
Me: I’ll tell you when I see you. Talk to you later though, I gotta go.
So we began texting because this make-up question kind of had her mind racing. So I guess we can call that “baiting” or “hooking”.
Her: Why do you want to know about my make up?
Me: Don’t worry about it. Do you like coffee?
Her: No.
Me: Ok. Well then I guess we can just go get some ice cream.
Her: Lol. Your Good. … But very suave. I’m impressed.
Me: Suave? That would imply that I want something. I’m very flattered, but I’m not that easy.
Her: No. It’s just that I’m talking to someone right now.
Me: Well, if your talking to someone right now, that makes it even better. We can go get ice cream without there being any pressure from either side. Plus I’m not a pushover like most of the guys you date. I don’t think I’m your type.
Her: Well I still can’t hangout with you, I’ll get fired.
Me: Ok. Maybe when I stop working there then.
Right now I’m actually texting her again as I write this.
Me: How’s that make up today?
Her: Hmmm?
Me: Do you really want to know why I asked?
Her: Yes!
Me: Well actually…
Her: Yes
Her: (2min later) Well??
Me: Oh, I’ll tell you when I see you again.
Her: You super gay.
Me: You didn’t know??
Her: No, how am I supposed to know if you don’t tell me.
Me: Megha, if I wasn’t gay, you would be mine.
Her: I don’t know if your joking or not because you don’t strike me as gay at all.
Me: Haha! Megha you’re telling yourself this because you wish that wasn’t.
Her: No, it’s because I can always tell when someone is gay but you just don’t strike me as feminine, which might be my stereotype of gay guys.
Me: Well maybe you’ll know the truth one day. Probably the day I tell you why I asked about your makeup.
Her: Tell me why you asked! Your killing me here! I’m a makeup artist so clearly you’ve spiked my interest the way you had intended in the beginning. And besides, how can you make a statement like “your halfway decent” and then tell me I’d be yours if you weren’t gay?
Me: Lol. Your funny. But that is too much to text. Once we have our ice cream, I’ll tell you all about it.
Her: But you know we’re not allowed to hang out, so that’s unfair.
Me: No, we’re not allowed to get caught. But it’s ok. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.
Her: Fine I’m for it.
Her: A little danger is fun.
Me:
When you’re ready just let me know. Her: I will
